Momo nearly spit out his soda.

Ryoma rolled his eyes and handed him a napkin.

"iWhat?/i" the violet-eyed second-year sputtered. "Oishi-senpai and Eiji-senpai aren't- They're not- They're just not! How can you even isay/i that?"

Ryoma shot an incredulous look at his friend before glancing back over his shoulder to where their teammates shared a booth in the corner of the burger joint. "You don't see it?"

"See what?"

"Well... they're just- I mean, Oishi-senpai is always smiling at him."

Momo scoffed. "Oishi-senpai smiles at everyone."

"But it's different!" Ryoma protested. "And Kikumaru-senpai is always hanging on him and stuff."

"Eiji-senpai is always hanging on iyou/i, too," Momo teased with a leer.

Ryoma kicked him under the table.

"I'm saying it's idifferent/i! I mean, when they play tennis, it's like..." His voice trailed off.

"Yeah..."

Momo had to give him that one.

"And they're always spending time together, or standing next to each other, and... when they're together, they seem happier than they do when they're alone." Ryoma listened to how corny his words sounded. "Ch', I shouldn't have to explain it. Any iidiot/i could see it."

"Hey!"

"Well, ilook/i at them!"

Momo looked. It would have been easier to argue against Ryoma's point if Eiji hadn't been trying to draw hearts on Oishi's face in ketchup.

"Well... yeah, I iguess/i... But, they're friends, right? I mean, you could say almost the same thing about us."

The two boys looked at each other.

They looked away.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ryoma mumbled. "It's nothing."


Eiji chewed thoughtfully on a french fry as he rubbed his foot along his boyfriend's leg. "Nya, Oishi, how long do you think Momo and Ochibi have been going out?"

Oishi choked on his hamburger. "iWhat?/i"

Eiji stared up at him with wide blue eyes. "What, you don't see it?"